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Anytime You See White Men Suppose To Fight Each Other An You Not White, Well You Know You Got Trouble, Because They Blah-blah Loud About Democrat Or Republican An They Huffing An Puff About Democracy Someplace Else But Relentless, See, The Deal Come Down Evil On Somebody Don Have No Shirt An Tie, Somebody Don Live In No Whiteman House No Whiteman Country.

When We Heard About The Hippies, The Barely More Than Boys And Girls Who Decided To Try Something Different ... We Laughed At Them. We Condemned Them, Our Children, For Seeking A Different Future. We Hated Them For Their Flowers, For Their Love, And For Their Unmistakable Rejection Of Every Hideous, Mistaken Compromise That We Had Made Throughout Our Hollow, Money-bitten, Frightened, Adult Lives

We Do Not Deride The Fears Of Prospering White America. A Nation Of Violence And Private Property Has Every Reason To Dread The Violated And The Deprived.

And If I If I Ever Let Love Go Because The Hatred And The Whisperings Become A Phantom Dictate I O- Bey In Lieu Of Impulse And Realities (the Blossoming Flamingos Of My Wild Mimosa Trees) Then Let Love Freeze Me Out. (from I Must Become A Menace To My Enemies)

The Courts Cannot Garnish A Fathers Salary, Nor Freeze His Account, Nor Seize His Property On Behalf Of His Children, In Our Society. Apparently This Is Because A Kid Is Not A Car Or A Couch Or A Boat.